XiaoRen
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Overhauling the Great Library
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She had not been back to the hall of books since the day they had met Harmodius and Suffocation, though it occured to her that they might be able to do some research on their task.
She could feel Cosine's excitement building in her as they reached the large doors.
"Did you never do anything else with your time?" Lien asked as she pushed the doors open and stepped into the beautiful main hall.
"What else is there?" The goddess answered simply. "Though, in truth I do not know what I used to do with my time. This place is so familiar I must have spent a good deal of time here."
Lien nodded and wandered over to one of the towering bookshelves.
"Makes sense I suppose." She said allowing her eyes to roam over the titles. "Afterall I imagine this place is full of numbers."
"Exactly, and not full of people."
Lien smirked and reached out to touch the spine of a book.
"They are not all bad you know, though I suppose i cannot speak for gods." She said, pulling the book from its place. She gave a bit of a tug as it was wedged in tightly, causing half the row to come tumbling down to the floor.
"Can you do anything without making a mess."
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Just as he went to search for more paper and ink, he heard books falling. I knew that stack looked precarious! But when he turned, the piles still undulated upward, leaning on each other. Nothing was fanned on the floor.
Then he heard a voice. Someone was in the library; he had been so absorbed he hadn’t noticed. He might as well tell them not to bother putting the books back. They might even help him keep taking them down.
By the front stacks he found her, looking annoyed with herself in that way only hosts could, as they argued with their gem. A gem he had not met!
“Hello,” he said brightly, still a little out of breath. His hair was tied up with a ribbon page marker, the silver waves curly with sweat and escaping to stick to his cheeks. The chocolate brown velvet robes were dust silvered and had come off one shoulder.
“You don’t have to put them back in order. They’re all coming down.”
"Not everyone can be as perfect as you." Lien muttered, kneeling down and starting to make the books into a pile. She doubted they were in the correct order but with so many books in this place who was going to notice.
"I would."
Lien ignored her, so absorbed in her recovery task that the new voice made her jump and the books toppled to the floor once more.
"Uh, hello." She said with a small smile as she took in the rather desheveled appearence of the man ... no, god before her.
"Oh, all of them?"
She glanced up at the endless shelves of books and straightened up, brushing the dust off of her red Ao doi.
"That's one hell of a task. My name is Lien, um, sorry for interrupting you."
Within her a feeling of familiarity stirred.
"I recognise him." Cosine said softly.
“Not an errant page left to a shelf, when I am finished. New order can only spring from absolute chaos. I am embracing the Zeitgeist, for once. If you are looking for something specific, I might be able to help you.” He said “might” in a jokingly dour tone. "I am Gianfar.” He dipped his head to her and held out a hand smudged with leather rot and gilding. His arm shook a little with fatigue.
Lien I is the host’s name. Who is the gem, I wonder?
“It is a pleasure to be interrupted. The most onerous tasks are imposed by our own personalities.”
"Zeitgeist?" Lien asked as she picked up one of the books from the floor and brushed the dust from its spine.
"Spirit of the time." Cosine muttered inside her head, watching the gentle looking god as she searched her mind for recognition.
"Onerous?" Lien gave an apologetic smile as she questioned vocabulary once more. Sure she was fluent but she did not study the dictionary. "My vocabulary is not so good. Sorry."
"Forgive my host." The goddess within piped up. "She is not as learned as you or I." A smile crossed the hosts lips for a moment. "I am Numbers, Cosine."
“Onerous, a pain in the a**." He should apologize for speaking difficult English. Gianfar knew all of the Asian languages, but had instinctively answered in the language she’d used with him. He couldn’t place where she was from anyway: Lien was a Chinese name, but she wore a Vietnamese Ao Dai.
"I'm sorry I..." The meaning of the words that accompanied her sudden switch in tone sank in. “Cosine!”
The wary human girl had not even taken his hand to shake it. Now he flung his arms out, sleeves snapping, to grasp her shoulders. Numbers! Was this joy, this shock of recognition? He forgot Lien along with concern for her personal space.
“Arithmisi, Pi, Cheng Dawei...” Names, like wooden beads strung on dowel sliding and clicking together back into time. They had known each other in his first life, older than any of these mortal monikers, before names. Cosine had so few…she was usually taken for granted.
“Is it really you?”
When had they last met? He tried to conjure what they had been…compatriots, rivals, enemies?
Lien laughed as he used a simpler tone and jumped as all of a sudden arms were flung out and her shoulders caught in his grasp. Well, he knew the goddess within then. The names meant nothing to a girl who had not been schooled further than elementary but to Cosine they meant everything.
The goddess smiled and came forward once more.
"It is I." She said softly, trying to remember who he was. "Though I am sorry, Gianfar. Your face, whilst familiar does not tell me your domain. For you to know me you must spend much time in these holy halls of words."
The cold shock of recognition left him stunned. Names still dripping from his lips, formed but unvoiced, like an old man muttering to himself. It was a moment before he emerged with a shiver.
It was just a feeling to her, not a memory. Of course. Whatever they had been, the present was a clean slate. But what formulas and diagrams had been erased from it? Wouldn't they leave a ghost mark, as erased chalk did, under the clean white writings they tried to make now. It must be either a strong former set of bonds, or dangerous to have affected him so.
"Nono, the apology is mine." He realized he had nearly assaulted her and loosened his grip. "Good gracious...I'm sorry." He must seem like a spittle raving prophet, coming at her like that. "My domain is, I am Knowledge." He had a much longer list of names than she, and not nearly as many as the gods of Love and War. He didn't yet remember his First name, the one she would have known him by.
"I'm afraid that books tend to hold your gifts to men with no credit given, no names. Not this Library," he tapped his temple, "this one. I knew you in myself. It flashed up out of memory like a spear." Perhaps he should not be admitting it, when the memory was still just a fragment.
"Anyway, I haven't been in these particular Holy Halls much until yesterday. Though I will be, till they make sense." Awkward, he jerked an arm towards the door, a marionets motion of gallant gesture to a lady. He had trouble with coordination when his brain got going. "Join me...a coffee?"
Knowledge ...
The word opened up rivers in her memories though they were suffering from a drought. Mere trickles of rememberance. She could hear his kind words, maybe the kind a parent might say to a child. Though it was feint and fading like a ripple.
"I ... I think I must have consulted you many times. I have my own section it seems, for my records."
Lien smiled at his gesture and nodded.
"Coffee sounds good." She said, feeling rather awed to be in the prescence of a god who did not try to use that fact. He reminded her of Echo in his gentle nature.
"Do you need help with your organisation?" She asked as they walked. "Cosine seems to have a talent for it. We have just catalogued Lord Harmodius' treasury."
Good, he hadn’t put her off. The tug of social anxiety loosened, puppet strings slack. He relaxed as they walked, his mind catching up with them in the present. “So you remember me, a little? Few of the gods remember anything of their pasts. Perhaps I should not be surprised. There was no more meticulous record keeper than you were.”
He did not need to consider her offer, “In which light, your help would be blessed.” What was a blessing but a gift from a god? Though the host was technically who he was talking to, the frame entirely mortal still. She was letting the goddess speak; they must be on good terms. He was being rude again. “Both of you,” he amended, but it sounded like a footnote.
“I know all the systems of ordering things that have been created,” if I could remember them, “but I am dreadful at inventing them. Dewey decimal hardly seems adequate for this Great Library.” Sitting over coffee and discussing the organization of the library would be decadent, much easier than physically moving the books. “Lien, would you be willing to stay and do grunt labor after listening to two deities go on about hierarchical tree structures and faceted systems for hours? Name your price.”
A dissonant chord, two notes struck a the same time. On the one hand pleasure, to have someone to work alongside him. The other, that unease again – Lord Harmodius’ Treasury. That would have been a prolonged task. She would have been much in His company, and she didn’t seem disturbed at all.
Lien found she liked this new god. The nicest she had met within the walls of the Pantheon. He was a little like Nergal, only ... not quite as meticulous and particular.
"i would be glad to help, and no price." She shrugged. "There is nothing I have any need for."
Within her host Cosine thought about the library and all the millions of books that resided within its walls. He was right. The Dewy system, which she remembered feintly, was fine for mortal libraries. But ... the library of knowledge and the gods.
"A separate subject cataloging system controlled by a central one maybe?" She suggested as her metholodical brain worked through possibilities.
"Do you have computers here." Lien interjected. "That might help."
“Computers…” Gianfar said slowly, the way a housewife would say “the oven…” realizing it was still on at home. Computers were libraries stored minute in silicon and gold. Connected, they were threads tangling the dubious collective intelligence of the masses into one matted cloth. He had mixed feelings about them. They should have been his angels, messengers and guardians, interface between Knowledge and those who sought. But they had made their debut into the mortal world late in the years of his Fading.
He never learned how to use one.
“Ah…well…they are useful servants. I had been thinking more along the lines of paper and Aoide, but, you are right. They might help. Are you proficient with them?” Of course she was, they spoke her language.
He took them out the nearby front doors and down ash drifted stairs. The main shop neighbored. Shop…one could hardly call it that anymore. The Pantheon, the seat of Destruction. Past obsidian doors into musky air, the scent of Power. He walked a direct path through the irrelevant grandeur to their ultimate destination…the coffee maker. His hands pulled out canisters and poured water on instinct, no need for his brain to intervene.
“A central, basic catalogue that branches into smaller domains…the tree.” That was the image Destruction, or whoever had made the Library, had chosen as decoration. The tree of Knowledge. He could ponder the uncomfortable hints later. “That sounds good. Cross-referencing every book to related subjects would make up for the necessary subjectivity of choosing categories. A computer could do that. But you know, I haven’t seen any around. Machines don’t like the dust.” He kept the espresso machine meticulously clean, lest it suffer. They were standing in the heart of Entropy. Technology was delicate and succumbed quickly. “Do you know where to get any?”
Lien and Cosine pondered computers, did they know them. Lien knew of them, their uses and capabilities. She did not know, however how to use one properly. Maybe send an e-mail or surf the net. Not a catalogue, that seemed both intimidating and impossible.
Cosine however was rather more optimistic. She had a vague memory of computers, huge machines that pumped out numbers. Then, later, people pumped numbers into them and pictures were created. Codes, pages, programmes that could do almost everything and anything. People became addicted to these small machines, glued to the growing screen.
"If I had one ... I might remember what to do." She said as she made their way back out to the main lounge of the pantheon building.
Where to get one though, that was a bigger conundrum. She did not remember seeing one in their travels ... however ...
your friend. She said withing Lien's head. would she have one?
Lien breathe deeply and looked up to Gianfar.
"I um, I have a friend who is an engineer. She can fix almost anything. She might be able to make us one ... or, if we could find an abandoned, broken one she would be able to fix it. it can't be much different to radios and radars."
“You say that with trepidation.” She had just complained at him for using large words. “You sound worried. Are you hesitant to ask her? It is a brilliant idea.”
Knowing the kind of computer they needed was much simpler than knowing how to use it. “It doesn’t need to be able think fast or multitask…processing speed, yes that was it.” He tapped his fist into the open palm of his other hand. “It only needs memory, and a good constitution. Just like the rest of us, eh? The chances of us finding even even a mediocre reparable computer this close to His Throne are slim, but I have a friend as well.” Counting Revei I have two actually. “He is a dragon. I was going to ask him to help me with the grunt work, but he could go salvaging instead. He could be told what to look for. In the meantime we could be cataloguing and sorting.”
He sipped his coffee and began to feel more hopeful about the entire procedure. In company, it would be, dare he say it, fun. “Do you have any Aoide? An extra pair of hands?”
Lien shook her head and smiled as she sipped her coffee and watched him sift through his thoughts.
"No, not nervous. Just unsure that we could find one. Though, if your dragon friend can help then there should be no problem."
Inside of her Cosine was practically bursting with the thought of being useful and getting to do her favourite thing in the world.
"I have no Aoide." She said softly, "Not yet, I had a crow companion but I have yet to find her ... and this." Lien's hand reached into her pocket and pulled out the charm that Harmodius had given them.
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"He said that one day it would be helpful."
The rest wasnt RPed but we assume Gianfar and Lien spent a lot of time hauling books around.